Chapter 782 Zhang Xiaoqiang

"What is Tianguan? Tianguan is the confrontation between the human heart and the heavenly heart. The human heart is small and the heavenly heart is unpredictable. Fighting the human heart against the heavenly heart is tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone. Therefore, throughout the ages, very few people have been able to break through this barrier. Among ten people , only one can touch the edge of the Tianguan, and it may not be possible to pass it. The Tianguan is a disaster for practitioners. If you pass it, you will become a dragon and rise to the top of the clouds; if you cannot pass it, you will always be just a small fish."

"No matter how extraordinary your qualifications are, no one dares to say that they will be able to touch the Heaven's Pass. Even if they touch the Heaven's Pass, they may not be able to pass through it safely. This is a nine-death experience. The Dust-Breaking Technique can make you forget everything in the past and start over. , just like a newborn baby, uncontaminated by the world of mortals, so that your soul can be close to the heart of heaven and touch the gate of heaven."

"Practicing the Dust-Breaking Art is more effective than taking the Forgetfulness Pill, and there is a possibility of recovery. However, there will inevitably be some unpredictable consequences, which may be a good thing or a bad thing for you. Even I don't agree with this. Don't dare to judge. You must let nature take its course, and don't force it. If there is no fate, even if you succeed, it will be in vain. I will run up and walk hand in hand with you.”

"Your qualifications are really very good. If you can pass the barrier, you will be able to soar into the sky and become the king of half-step magical powers. However, the greater the potential, the more difficult it is to pass the barrier. You have to consider carefully whether you really use it. Once my Dust-Breaking Technique is activated, it will usually activate at the most appropriate time. When you feel the Dust-Breaking Technique is activated, you only have one hour to prepare for the funeral, and you will not remember it after an hour. Who you are, forget everything, remember!”

The words of the mysterious master on the third floor of the black cell flashed in Zhang Jun's mind one by one. He knew that the dust-breaking technique was activated, which even he could not control. Because the Dust-Breaking Technique was a spiritual imprint planted in his mind by a mysterious master. It would happen whenever he encountered the right situation, and even Zhang Jun couldn't control it.

"I only have two hours, and I have to make arrangements for the rest." Thinking of this, he ended the press conference hastily, and then quickly contacted everyone. Xiao Longnu, Lin Xian, Ge Xiaoxian, Shen Rong, Su Xiaoyu, Su Mei, Shangguan Meixue, Bai Lingyan, etc., as well as Yuwen Jinghua, Xie Tianwang, Hua Buyi, etc., all participated in the video gathering he held.

On the screen, Zhang Jun's expression was a little solemn. He first spoke to the women: "I want to attack the second level of half-step magical power, Tianguan. This level is very difficult, and I have to use a special method to try to break through. I I'm not sure I'll succeed, and I might fail, so I won't tell you where I'm going or what I'm going to do next, because you're likely to intervene when I'm in danger. If someone interferes, my practice will be in vain, and there will be no hope for me in this life.”

The girls felt sad and worried at the same time. Lin Xian said with red eyes, "Do we have to pass this test? Isn't it great now?"

Zhang Jun sighed: "Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. I want to protect the Tianxing Group and protect you. To protect everything I have, I must be strong! If I can't even pass the small heavenly gate, then I am only a few steps away from destruction. It’s not far away. Instead of waiting for death, it’s better to fight with all your strength!”

"Promise us that you will live no matter what!" Ge Xiaoxian gritted his teeth, "You still owe me a wedding!"

Zhang Jun was filled with guilt. He owed too much, not only to Ge Xiaoxian, but to all of them. He sighed softly and nodded vigorously: "I can!"

After that, he contacted Yuwen Jinghua, Wenzhou and others and asked them to handle future affairs on their own. He also decided to let the substitute continue to do his unfinished business, and Heihachiro would still handle the specific matters. Finally, he had a video call with his parents, Zong Yuan, Chu Chu and others. Seeing that the time was almost up, his consciousness was already a little blurry, but he finally got in touch with Xiaoqiang.

"Xiaoqiang, send me to a place where no one knows and will not be found. Remember, no other person can know all this except you. In addition, the three of Fabin will be at your disposal in the future. You You can give them orders directly. You have to go all out with regard to Wosai. This is the future of Tianxing Group. I hope everything will be on track when I come back."

"Don't worry, boss, when have I ever let you down?" Xiaoqiang said, "But if the boss is in danger, can't I take action?"

"Absolutely not!" Zhang Jun said resolutely, "Even if you face death threats, you cannot take action. No one knows where Tianguan lies. Once you intervene, it is likely to cause irreparable regrets!"

"Okay." Xiaoqiang said helplessly, "I am only responsible for monitoring. I wish the boss success immediately."

Zhang Jun said: "Of course it will succeed. Also, you can record every move I make after I lose my memory and keep it as a souvenir. If I really have an accident, you can give the video to the people around me." After thinking about it. Thinking, he added, "I know you have always had ideas, but you have been obeying my orders. So I tell you now, during the time when I am gone, you can be free to do what you want. What super If you want to mess around with coins and sci-fi weapons, just go for it, as long as you have enough money on your books.”

Xiaoqiang said: "Thank you boss, I will never let you down."

"Okay, I will sleep for a while, about five or six hours. You can get ready now. Remember to put a piece of paper next to me and write my name." After saying that, he could no longer suppress it. Feeling sleepy, I flopped down on my desk and fell asleep.

Six hours later.

In Yundong, among the high mountains in the south, there is a village built halfway up the mountain called Huangjiacun. In the past ten years, the economy has improved, and small mountain villages have also built winding roads to make it easier for villagers to go down the mountain and into the city. Huang Neng is thirty-six years old, dark and fat, and very energetic. As his name suggests, he is a talented person from Huangjia Village. He has cooking skills inherited from his ancestors. He opened a restaurant in the urban-rural fringe a few years ago. The business is very prosperous, with an annual profit of 600,000 to 700,000 yuan.

With money on hand, Huang Neng bought a new Tianxing car this year. This car has excellent performance and cost him more than 500,000 yuan. The reason why he bought Tianxing Automobile was not only because the quality of Tianxing Automobile was second to none in the world, but more importantly, he was grateful to Tianxing Group. He was able to open a restaurant in the first place because of a program called "Migrant Workers Entrepreneurship Guidance" run by Tianxing Charity.

Tianxing Charity sent professionals to help him choose a store, decorate it, and operate it from a professional perspective. He even applied for a loan from the Charity Entrepreneurship Fund, which was interest-free for two years. It is with the help of Tianxing Charity that he has the wonderful life he has today. He is so grateful that he puts 100,000 yuan from his net profit into the account of Tianxing Entrepreneurship Fund every year. After the money enters the entrepreneurial fund, he will enjoy three-thirds of the annual interest and can withdraw it at any time. But he didn't put the money in it just for the interest. He just hoped to do his little bit to make the entrepreneurial fund grow and help more people.

Huang Neng hummed a song while the car drove slowly on the winding mountain road. He returned to the village today to celebrate the birth of a fat son to his best friend Huang Baiban. There were two boxes of wine in the trunk of the car, as well as a basket of eggs, various pastries, etc., all gifts from him.

Suddenly, he glanced up the mountain inadvertently and saw a confused man sitting on a tree with a crooked neck by the roadside. The man was wearing sportswear. He was twenty-four or five years old. He was very handsome, with bright eyes and a calm demeanor. Huang Neng was an enthusiastic person. He immediately stopped the car, stuck his head out the window and shouted: "Brother, what's wrong? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

When the young man heard someone calling him, he cast his gaze over. He hesitated for a moment, then gently jumped down from the tree and came to the car in a few steps. His movements were neither hasty nor slow, giving people a very elegant and calm look. Feel. This feeling is very strange, and it makes Huang Neng feel good about the young man, thinking that he is such a good young man.

"Brother, where are you from? What are you doing in the tree?"

The young man blinked and said, "I don't know where I came from. I seem to have forgotten everything before."

Huang Neng was stunned and said, "Amnesia? Do you know your name?"

The young man took out a piece of paper from his pocket with the words "My name is Zhang Xiaoqiang" written on it. He blinked and said, "Maybe my name is Zhang Xiaoqiang."

"Oh, brother Xiaoqiang, since you have lost your memory, you can't stay here alone. Why don't you come back to the village with me?" Huang Neng thought for a while and made a suggestion.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had nowhere to go, so he nodded: "Okay, thank you."

After getting in the car, the two chatted casually. Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that the other person's name was Huang Qiang and that he was from Huangjia Village. After chatting for three or five sentences, Huang Neng felt that the Zhang Xiaoqiang in front of him was speaking very carelessly, like a child talking about whatever came to mind. But he liked this feeling very much, and the chat with Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite interesting.

Half an hour later, the car drove into Huangjia Village. Huang Neng felt that Zhang Xiaoqiang had nowhere to go, so he simply took him to Huang Caipan's house to have a meal. Of course, he claimed that Zhang Xiaoqiang was his cousin and came over quickly. Huang Baiban's family naturally didn't mind and entertained the two of them warmly.

Many people came to celebrate today, and there were ten people sitting at the table where Zhang Xiaoqiang and Huang Neng sat. The dishes cooked in the village are affordable and not too particular. Fried chicken, roasted pork rice, imperial concubine chicken, and twice-cooked pork are served like water. Zhang Xiaoqiang was sitting next to Huang Neng. When he saw the dishes on the table, his eyes suddenly lit up. When everyone else moved their chopsticks, he was not polite and started eating immediately. He didn't eat very quickly, but his mouth never stopped.

People in the village have improved their lives and are not very interested in big fish and meat. Instead, more people eat vegetables. Only Zhang Xiaoqiang picked chickens, ducks and fish. He destroyed a chicken in three to five minutes and devoured a cage of dumplings very quickly. Gradually, the other guests at the table looked at him strangely. Huang Neng felt a fever on his face. Seeing that his "cousin" had such a good appetite, he couldn't help but sigh. He thought to himself that this thing was so edible. Could it be that he hadn't eaten in a few days?

The owner, Huang Baiban, accidentally saw that most of the dishes on the table were gone, and immediately ordered the kitchen to add more dishes. After finishing the meal, Huang Neng's table had nearly twice as much food as the other tables. The stack of plates was more than half a meter high, and there was only some clear soup left in the remaining large bowls. There was little water, and the rest was completely eaten.